First weekend in the can, and our audiences mercifully gained in participation presence more and more with each performance.
…Today’s matinee (a usually notoriously quiet crowd) was all in on the hijinks and drama…our best house yet. And with the closing of our opening week, also finish the reviewers…hopefully good write-ups in all, and put in ink by Friday at the latest, in order to help boost ticket sales through what is now projected to be a cold and wet stretch into Thanksgiving.
…Meanwhile, the next show on my audition docket began today with open calls, and should be cast before next Monday, a week from tomorrow. A hell of a drama, with lots of meat to chew…and a good balance, after a comedy like this one.
Could be a busy winter, with some interesting theme-play.
…Need time ‘tween now and Thursday’s show to review the other script again and study up a bit. Switching gears, switching time periods, switching head-space. It’s a good exercise. But will mean I’ll have to do some line-runs of “Twelfth” before show time, just to keep m’brain clear on where we are in the current game.
Meanwhile: to rest from last night…a cast gathering into the wee smalls, where we eventually dropped like rag dolls to the floor until the smell of Starbuck’s coffee and bacon grease revived us to the land of the living, in time for our first matinee. Our Fabian graciously hosted, we graciously ate, drank, played and laughed until our bodies gave out. Five cups of coffee later, I can feel me coming down off the high now, post show, and hitting those four hours of sleep like a brick wall with little buffer.
…Which reminds me that sometimes it’s not the greatest idea to sleep on a floor the night before you wedge yourself back into a steel-ribbed corset for the ninth day in a row.
Good to know.
Tonight: I’m back home. The heater blaring on high, the fish fed, the Shakespeare infusion of DVDs…having done their job…now being put back into their places on the bookshelves. I’m done feeding the beast of royal obsession on all things Bard, and am now free to move onto other things…like “Once,” (as Marty seems very insistent about.)
And tomorrow? A free day off in the name of Veteran’s everywhere. As if what they’ve already done for us wasn’t wonderful enough. Think I’ll clean house, and fest some War flicks in dedication. Maybe read that book I keep meaning to start.
…For now, some hot cocoa, I think. Snuggle up in m’blankets, and play with some Netflix streaming, until I zonk out.
Good plan. Wonder how far I’ll get before I…
– Zzzzzzzz…
~D
